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There’s a little point on the bank of the stream where I used to meet you.
Covered by branches, hidden from view, it was the perfect spot.
And I remember you when I first met you, flustered because you had gotten an A- on your algebra test, and I laughed because I didn’t know that could be so ...

It’s been exactly 3 years.
You know, I was normal 3 years ago.
It’s been exactly 3 years, and 2 months.
It would’ve been better if we hadn’t snuck out.
It’s been exactly 3 years, and 2 months, and 14 days.
And it would’ve been better if you hadn’t tried to impress me by walking on...

I love the color blue, but being here and seeing so much of it, might alter what I consider to be my favorite. I tried to stop him, I really did, but when you have a gun pointed right into your eyes, it's hard to think about something other than the fact that you could be dead soon.
We were...

It’s Sunday, and I sit here and you sit there, me with coffee and you with tea.
You look like you’re comfortable, and I’m only comfortable in that I like how I look.
My name is unimportant, and yours is Rick, but the lady who calls the names always calls you Ricky - I wonder about that somet...

I wished I dreamed in black and white,
then my life would be less complex,
the warnings will fade
with ceaseless endeavor,
and nights will soon shade
a black-cotton summer.
Life is so simple - so simple that,
in this world so lifeless and dull,
a train will pull,
a marble will spin,
a...

We met on the first day of high school, it was an odd meeting, but I guess it was a suitable meeting for our odd relationship.
I had received a cup of chocolate chip ice cream from a lunch lady who had known my Mother. As I sat down, a wavy, brown-haired boy with remarkable sapphire eyes approac...

I sit here with a sheet of paper,
audacious and white,
watching and waiting,
as if it were alive.
My pen descends,
the paper quivers,
and I retract my hand in fright.
This paper is alive, and it is waiting for me to make
it bright,
bright with courage, and adventure
bright, so bright s...

When I turned 13, I recognized it as the happiest day of my life. Some people wish they had never grown up, but I wish it with all my life. Perhaps it is because I am young, or perhaps it is because I am foolish. When I was 11 and 12 it seemed like my life was a living hell, full of ‘do’ and ...

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